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Sonnet Walk Weekend VIII (2018) – Sonnets, Speeches & Sonneteers THE PORTER - Macbeth, Act 2 Sc 3 (Richard Neale) My glass shall not persuade me I am old, Knock, knock, knock! Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of So long as youth and thou are of one date; hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. Who's there, i' the name But when in thee time's furrows I behold, of Beelzebub? Then look I death my days should expiate. Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: For all that beauty that doth cover thee come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't. Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; How can I then be elder than thou art? who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator. As I, not for myself, but for thee will; Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may As tender nurse her babe from faring ill. roast your goose. Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain; Knock, knock; never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again. for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. Sonnet 25 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things…sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Let those who are in favour with their stars Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it Of public honour and proud titles boast, takes away the performance: therefore, much drink may be said to be Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a But as the marigold at the sun's eye, sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him. And in themselves their pride lies buried, For at a frown they in their glory die. I pray you, remember the porter. The painful warrior famoused for fight, ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After a thousand victories once foil'd, MISTRESS QUICKLY - Henry IV Part 2, Act 2 Sc 1 (Eli Murton) Is from the book of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd: I am undone by his going; I warrant you, Sir John Falstaff’s an infinitive Then happy I, that love and am beloved thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, good Master Snare, a Where I may not remove nor be removed. hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to bear: and I have ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- borne, and borne, and borne, and have been fubbed off, and fubbed GRIEVING MOTHER – Sonnet 33 (Tiegan Byrne) off, and fubbed off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing. He hath eaten me out Sonnet 33 of house and home; he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of Full many a glorious morning have I seen his: but I will have some of it out again, or I will ride thee o' nights like Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, the mare. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in Kissing with golden face the meadows green, my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke thy head for Anon, permit the basest clouds to ride liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, thou didst swear to me With ugly rack on his celestial face, then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady And from the forlorn world his visage hide, thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? Coming in to borrow a Ev'n so my sun one early morn did shine mess of vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby With all triumphant splendour on my brow; thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I told thee they were ill for a But out alack! He was but one hour mine, green wound? And didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs, The region cloud has mask'd him from me now. desire me to be no more so familiarity with such poor people; saying Yet him for this, my love no whit disdaineth, that ere long they should call me madam? Suns of the world may stain, when heav'n's sun staineth. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE GERALDINE SONNET by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (Tilly-Mae Millbrook) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LORD MONTAGUE – Macbeth, Act 1 Sc 7 (Jack Whitam) From Tuscan’ came my lady’s worthy race; Fair Florence was some time their ancient seat; If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well The western isle, whose pleasant shore doth face It were done quickly: if the assassination Wild Camber’s cliffs, did give her lively heat: Could trammel up the consequence, and catch Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast; With his surcease success; that but this blow Her sire an earl; her dame of princes’ blood: Might be the be-all and the end-all here, From tender years, in Britain she doth rest But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, With king’s child, where she tasteth costly food. We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases Hunsdon did first present her to my een: We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight: Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine: To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her sight. Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Her beauty of kind, her virtues from above; To our own lips. He's here in double trust; Happy is he that can obtain her love. First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, LADY OF THE HOUSE – Sonnet 22 & 25 (Johanne Murdock) Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Sonnet 22 Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Sonnet Walk Weekend VIII (2018) – Sonnets, Speeches & Sonneteers So clear in his great office, that his virtues 'Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest my Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well; The deep damnation of his taking-off; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.' I will And pity, like a naked new-born babe, smile; I will do everything that thou wilt have me. Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Sport royal, I warrant you! Upon the sightless couriers of the air, ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, HENRY COURTENAY – Wolsey’s arrest from Henry VIII, Act 3 Sc 2 That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur (Jack Wharrier) To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear And falls on the other. In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. MARIA & MALVOLIO – Twelfth Night, Act 2 Sc 5 Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; (Hannah Edwards & Robert Mountford) And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention MARIA Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Friends! Get ye all into the box-tree: yon gull Malvolio's coming down Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, this walk! I have dropped in his way some obscure epistles of love; I And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, can write very like my lady: on a forgotten matter we can hardly make Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; distinction of our hands, and he shall think, by this letter that they A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. come from Olivia, and that she's in love with him! Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. He has been yonder i' the sun practising behaviour to his own shadow Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: this half-hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; for I know this By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, letter will make a contemplative idiot of him.